“God, I love you, Kei. Love you.” Mac bucked inside her rear as the words tore from his lips.
“Fucking love you. Fucking love you.” Jethro’s was rougher, more primal, the newness of giving his emotions voice reflecting in his husky tone.
And between them, Keiley collapsed, sweat-soaked, feeling their hard bodies still rippling with pleasure, still filling her, holding her. Needing her.
“I love you both,” she whispered against Jethro’s chest. “God help me. I love you both.”
24
Jethro held her, his hands cupping her br**sts, his finger tweaking her ni**les as he watched the folds of her pu**y flower open for the slow, measured thrusts of Mac’s c**k between her thighs. Her cl*t was swollen and straining as he held her still, her hands gripping his biceps, her nails digging in as she bucked beneath her husband.
Mac’s body was tight as he fought to hold back, determined to drive her into another cl**ax before he gave in himself. Jethro could see the determination stamped on his friend’s face, see the hot lust and soul-deep devotion in his eyes as he stared down at Keiley.
And he should have felt like an interloper. Even now, he wondered at how easily they were sharing the little vixen. Jealousy wasn’t clouding their heads. Nothing but pure sweet pleasure was tearing through him, just watching her, holding her, his gaze moving to her face, staring into her unfocused eyes as Mac’s thrusts became harder, deeper, as they shook her body and finally triggered the release awaiting her.
She couldn’t scream. She whimpered, arching in his arms as he moved one hand from her br**sts and stroked himself to a rapid release as Mac’s low groan signaled his own cl**ax.
They collapsed to the bed, damp, overheated, fighting to relearn how to breathe.
“Touch me and you die,” Keiley groaned as Jethro shifted beside her, his arm pressing against hers before he turned to his side to stare at her.
Her arms lay over her head, her eyes were closed, and her delectable body was sprawled out in careless sated abandon. She was so damned pretty it made his back teeth ache. It made his chest tighten in fear as he remembered the picture she had come out of that meeting with.
Because of his and Mac’s hungers, because of their weakness, she would be facing a community with certain knowledge of what went on in her sex life. And they would punish her for it. Because they could. Because it made for such titillating gossip. And the thought of her being hurt in such a way was enough to make him want to kill.
“You look so angry,” she whispered then, reaching up to touch his cheek, her eyes seeing far more than he would have wanted her to. “Is everything okay?”
“Tired.” He forced a smile to his face. “You’ve worn me out.”
She snorted at that, her gaze dropping to the half-hard erection between his thighs.
“That doesn’t look tired to me.”
“That is a beast of its own,” he assured her. “He never gets tired. I’m another story.”
“Uh-huh. Try that one on someone who will believe it,” she snickered as she stretched languorously.
“It doesn’t do that for just anyone,” he warned her. “Only very special ladies.”
Her eyes rolled in response before drifting closed.
“You’re not going to sleep yet, princess,” he chuckled, moving from the bed before pulling her into his arms. “Mac, change the bed. I’ll head her to the shower.”
“I have to find my legs first,” Mac mumbled. “She wiped me out.”
Jethro was finding his own legs. They were weak from the pleasure she had given them through the night.
“You have ten minutes,” Jethro informed him.
“Doesn’t take me that long to shower.” Keiley yawned. “Five minutes.”
To which Mac opened one eye and grunted at the sight of Jethro’s aroused body. “Try twenty minutes. Hell, I have time for a nap.”
“And I’m hungry,” Keiley suddenly complained. “You two keep forgetting to feed me. This is uncalled for. I’m using up a lot of calories here.”
Mac rubbed his own stomach. “Hell. I’m starved.”
Jethro’s stomach rumbled, causing Keiley to snicker back at him. “See,” she pointed out. “If you’re hungry, just imagine how hungry I am.”